Malfoy was helpless, yes, helpless.
Because after the initial novelty, he lost interest in most of the courses.
Would a high school student go back to elementary school and listen with gusto? Unless he is a scumbag.
Today's Malfoy is obviously not a scumbag. The only thing that interests him now is the Transfiguration course taught by McGonagall. This course is known for its difficulty, complexity, and perhaps a little danger.
In addition, Malfoy wondered what happened to this worldline. Most of Slytherin and Gryffindor's classes today are actually together.
"Is this the butterfly effect?" Malfoy thought.
"Hey, is Professor McGonagall late? I didn't expect that kind of serious old woman to be late." Pansy asked Malfoy's coat secretly.
"Stop talking, did you see that cat on the table?" Malfoy quickly shut Pansy up.
With a "ding", the class bell rang. The cat on the table jumped down, transformed in mid-air, and turned back into a serious Professor McGonagall when it landed.
"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts class." Professor McGonagall said, "Anyone who tries to make trouble in my class, I will ask him out and never let him in again. I warned you." Then he looked towards Pansy.
"It's over, she heard it." Pansy lowered her head, trying to hide behind Malfoy.
"Don't worry, she's not that stingy," Malfoy reassured.
Soon, the teaching began. With a spell, Professor McGonagall turned the desk in front of her into a pig, and then back again.
All the students present were amazed, and Malfoy was no exception. As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialism education, these scenes will make people feel amazing no matter how many times they are watched.
After jotting down a bunch of difficult notes, Professor McGonagall started by handing out a match to everyone to try turning it into a needle.
"Professor McGonagall, look, my matches are changing." Hermione screamed excitedly. Only her matches have changed slightly so far.
"Not bad." Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly, showing a rare smile. "Five points for Gryffindor!"
Hermione was very happy, and raised her head proudly. The little lions of Gryffindor were also very happy. After all, the glory of the academy is also its own glory. Some people even looked at this girl who had added points to the academy on the first day with admiration.
"Mr. Draco, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have even thought you had secretly pulled out a new needle. Slytherin, ten points!" Unfortunately, the Lions were not happy for long. Compared with Hermione's semi-finished product, Malfoy has completely completed the change from matches to needles.
Hermione, who was still raising her head just now, immediately lowered her head, and sneaked a few glances at Malfoy. Compare the gap between the two.
"To make you proud." Pan Xi secretly made a face provocatively.
"Don't worry, he must have practiced many times at home, but it's normal," Harry comforted behind Hermione. Ron's face flushed and he didn't speak, as if thinking of his family.
"I haven't lost to anyone in my studies yet." Hermione suddenly raised her head, with amazing fighting spirit bursting out in her eyes.
"Looks like I'm meddling." Harry shook his head.
As for Malfoy, it was as if a trivial thing had been accomplished, and with a flick of his wand, the needle returned to its original state. As they said, Malfoy had indeed practiced similar spells, but this was also part of his strength, which cannot be denied.
Of course, even with practice, Malfoy can only approach perfection three times at most.
"As long as the cheating is done well, there is no magic spell that can't be cast well." Malfoy laughed at himself, but now for him, simple memory has tended to be useless. Creativity is what he needs to pursue.
There are two kinds of good students. One is good in the conventional sense. It turns out that Hermione in the world line should be included in this category. They can complete the tasks assigned to them by the teacher almost perfectly, but that's all. The other kind not only has the former ability, but also has unparalleled creativity. You can see from the spells and notes created by Snape that smartness is not enough.
"But this kind of thing can't be forced, I can only be a good student in the conventional sense first." Malfoy thought to himself.
Naturally, Defense Against the Dark Arts was the class most expected by the students, but everyone except Malfoy was disappointed. Because Professor Quirrell smells too much of garlic, and there doesn't seem to be any magic on display in the classroom. Everyone is a little distracted. Malfoy listened to his lecture with some interest.
"Poor guy." Malfoy shook his head.
"Well, you also think this guy's class is boring, don't you?" Pansy in the back row suddenly poked Malfoy's back with a pen.
"Okay." Malfoy said perfunctorily.
"Talking about resisting vampires might as well go up and talk about "Twilight" again." Pansy looked at him expectantly.
"Please don't be joking, I don't know who said rubbish plot after half listening." Malfoy turned sideways and whispered.
"That's disgusting, that bunch of little lions." Pansy showed a characteristic smirk.
"I guess I'll just keep hearing how to use garlic to kill vampires."
"boring!"
It was a normal day, or so it seemed to Malfoy. Although other students were often troubled by the professors' large amount of homework, he was an exception, and his good performance allowed Malfoy to avoid most of the homework.
"How can I see the so-called **?" Malfoy was in a daze in front of a row of bookshelves.
For a top student, going to the library is the real norm. As for the two followers, Malfoy was already happy to let them "fend and die", and it was worse to let them come to the library than to kill them.
As for the books in these libraries that were open to the public, Malfoy lacked interest.
"Just treat it as a pastime." Malfoy took out a copy of "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" from the bookshelf and began to read it.
"Terrible magical talent, naive political thinking." This was Malfoy's conclusion.
He doesn't know how to use his personality charm to rule, and relies too much on his own strength. Except for a small number of diehard Death Eaters who worship him wildly, most of them rule by fear. The cooperation with some families is only based on the relationship of interests. Leading to the disintegration of power. Once one's own strength disappears, it is not surprising that the tree falls and the monkeys scatter.
"The tragic childhood led to paranoia. They are not pure blood, but they pursue the concept of pure blood ruling everything. Huh? No." Malfoy seemed to have thought of something, "Maybe this is just a compromise with those families, this is the real Maybe the exchange of benefits." Malfoy was thinking about Voldemort's gains and losses in the terrorist activities.
"It's a pity." Malfoy thought: "If I had to go around a little bit. The people in the Ministry of Magic are so muddled, they really want to engage in politics, rely on their own demagogy skills to get to the top minister, and then slowly erode the Muggle world."
But now the Dark Lord seems to have begun to make full use of his ability to bewitch.
"Should I expose Quirrell to Dumbledore?" Malfoy fell into thought. "By the way, he found out that something was wrong with Quirrell early on. Let Snape have a headache."
"This classmate, can I go over for a while?" When Malfoy was meditating, a voice suddenly came from behind him, interrupting his thinking, which was somewhat familiar.
"Oh, okay." Malfoy used to rely on the bookshelf to read, which can be regarded as one of the habits left over from his previous life. But now it is clearly blocking the way of others.
"Thank you," the voice continued.
After a few seconds.
"It's you!" Another low cry.
Malfoy, who had already stepped aside, was about to change his book, but following this low cry, he still looked up, and the first thing he saw was a head of thick and shaggy brown hair. It turned out to be Hermione holding a stack of books. But it's also normal. Who else but her goes to the library in the first few days of school
"It turned out to be the little lion of Gryffindor. Well, I, a pureblood who likes to fuck Muggles and Muggle wizards, should stay away." Malfoy sarcastically said, before turning to leave.
"Wait!" Hermione's voice was louder and urgent. His face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was making up his mind.
"Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is a library, please keep quiet."
"I'm sorry." Hermione bowed suddenly, holding her stack of books.
"This sentence should be said to the person you disturb."
"I'm talking about last time."
"Huh?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"I'm really sorry for what happened in the car last time. Both I and them have prejudiced against you. I thought about it for a long time after I entered the academy. I think there are only evil wizards, not evil academies and bloodlines. Here I am I beg your forgiveness. Next time I will ask the other two of them to apologize together." Hermione uttered a series of apologies as if she had been prepared for a long time.
"Should I say that, praise Gryffindor for his courage in admitting his mistakes? Then I forgive you? Like a fairy tale?"
Hermione's face turned pale, obviously she took great courage to apologize this time. But she didn't expect the result of being rejected.
"Just kidding, I'm not that stingy, I accept it, but you don't need to bother, and I don't need an apology from the two of them," Malfoy said.
Hermione let out a long breath, the words just now obviously made her very uncomfortable.
"Cunning Slytherin is always right." Hermione muttered.
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Don't be too complacent, sooner or later I will surpass you." Apparently Hermione was still brooding over the last Transfiguration class.
"That's really exciting." Malfoy laughed.
"Hmph." After being forgiven, Hermione lost her psychological burden and returned to her usual haughty expression, and strode away.
On Friday, Pansy at the dinner table drooped her head, apparently in a bad mood.
"Potions class is about to start. What I hate the most are those strange potions with bubbles. Do you know how our teacher is? I heard that he is the dean of our college." Pansy pushed Marl next to him. Fook's arm asked.
"Didn't I outline for you the main points you might ask in the first class?" Malfoy asked.
"I can't remember, do you think everyone has such a good memory like you, a nerd?" Pansy stuck out her tongue.
"I don't think you read at all." Malfoy mercilessly revealed the truth.
"But you don't have to worry, the first class will be as easy as our savior." Then Malfoy added.
"That would be wonderful." Pansy said that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.
Soon it was time for Potions class. Potions class was held in Yiwen's underground classroom. It's colder here than the castle keep above. Glass jars lined the walls filled with stuffed animals soaked in chills.
"It's disgusting." Pansy covered her nose, as if the smell of the potion inside could come out through the vessel.
The person in charge of teaching the course was Severus Snape, a thin man with endless voids behind his black indifferent eyes, reminiscent of two dark tunnels. He also had a huge hooked nose and shoulder-length black hair.
Snape picked up the roll, pausing every time Harry's name was called.
"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, here's our new one - a big name."
"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting art of potion-making," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, but every word was caught. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to the classroom with little effort.
"Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't really know the magic that flows into people's veins, the magic that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred. The kind of stupid fools you encounter will do."
After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.
"Just hearing these words, I don't know which scientific research institute is the lunatic." Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some Frankensteins he knew in his previous life.
"It's hard to hear." Pan Xi whispered with a bitter face.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair, leaning forward, seemingly eager to prove herself, and glanced at Malfoy by the way.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"
What grass root powder was put in what solution? Harry glanced at Ron, who was as stunned as he was; Hermione's arms were thrown high in the air.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry.
Snape curled his lips contemptuously.
"Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."
Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.
"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you go?" Hermione raised her hand as high as she could without leaving her seat, but Harry Don't even know what bezoar is.
Harry forced himself to look straight into his impassive eyes. When he was at the Dursleys' house, he had indeed turned over all the books, but that didn't mean he could memorize them all.
. "Potter, then tell me what is the difference between aconite in the shape of a boat and aconite chamaejasma?" At this moment, Hermione stood up, her hand stretched straight to the ceiling of the dungeon. "I don't know," Harry replied.
"This is our savior," Snape said sarcastically.
"Draco, you answer my question." Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.
"Uh, this script is wrong," Malfoy thought. Still stood up, these questions were no difficulty for him.
"Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxification effect. As for Aconitum acanthus and Chamaysma aconitum is the same plant, collectively referred to as aconitum." Malfoy finished his answer after searching his mind a little. .
A satisfied smile appeared on Snape's gloomy face: "Perfect answer, plus ten points for Slytherin."
"Maybe it was directly colluded." Ron muttered in a low voice. "Hermione's hand is clearly raised so high."
"One point from Gryffindor for contradicting the teacher," Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, it appeared that Snape had good hearing.
Ron fell silent immediately.
"And you, Potter. I hope you will be more serious after you go down, so that you can live up to your reputation." Snape said in an exaggerated tone.
"Okay, sir." Harry fought back his impatience, because he knew that if he refuted, Gryffindor might lose another point.
However, Harry didn't get what he wanted, and today's Gryffindor is doomed to suffer heavy losses.
As Potions class progressed, Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix and concoct a simple potion for scabies. Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh dried nettles, crush snake fangs, and almost all the students were criticized. Only Snape smiled with satisfaction when standing in front of Malfoy's cauldron.
"There's something wrong with this smell." Malfoy sniffed. Look at your feet. I saw thick green smoke rising and hissing.
"Clear water is like a spring!" Malfoy cast a spell immediately. Cleaned up as much of the spilled potion as possible.
"Idiot!" Snape growled. Not to Malfoy, of course, but to Neville.
Neville's cauldron was knocked over, and the potion in the cauldron nearly spread all over the classroom floor, but Malfoy caught it just in time to prevent this from happening.
"Good job, five points for Slytherin," Snape said, turning to Malfoy. Then he put on a scary expression. "I'll settle this first. Take him up to the hospital," Snape snapped at Seamus. Then he started to make things difficult for Harry again: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine quills? Do you think it's okay for him to show you when he made a mistake? Gryffindor lost another point because of you. "
It was so unfair, and Harry was about to defend himself when Ron kicked him behind the pot.
"Harry, hold on, don't give him another chance," Ron whispered.
Harry could only swallow the words.
After a storm, the Potions class was finally over. The scores of Slytherin and Gryffindor also changed accordingly.